Old gods die and new gods rise
But one god's flag always flies.
One god's banner marches on -
By every army it is born.
Worshiped by rich - feared by poor -
The blood red endless god of war.
Many names this god has held.
In every kingdom he has dwelled.
By sword, by ax, bomb and gun,
By rain and snow, cloud and sun;
In every season he brings his storm
The endless blood red god of war.
In every land he's sown his seed.
On every land his victims bleed.
In every season, his scythe does swing
And only misery his reaping brings.
Those who gain and fill their purse
Like the war god bear my curse.
The crow's on the cradle with warning words;
The dead on the field with circling birds.
The rich sit back and gain from war
While battle's burden falls on the poor.
Let us turn and worship no more
The blood red god of endless war.
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Love the Dots. So different, so weird. The music is sublime, the style...who knows, who cares!. The vocals and lyrics, different!. This is the strangest of the Dots albums I've had the pleasure of hearing and I just had to have a vinyl copy...excellent. Robert Wallace
A concept record set inside an eerie, Overlook-like hotel, “Room Service” was created by a group of collaborators who met online. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 28, 2021
This wild experimental artist from Chicago uses electric kazoos, tape loops, and more to craft far-out, wonderfully confounding songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2021
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Age shall not whither him.
You know what you're going to get; original and ever-so-slightly off kilter music rich with life's experience and aural experimentation. vykr